Old City of Hebron

I woke up to the sound of loud bangs. I snuck a peek through the balcony. There were five Israeli soldiers, they slammed the door down, and rushed upstairs. I hung the camera strap from my neck, pressed the video record button, and put my hands up in the air. "No photos," the soldier pointed his gun at me. I nodded, and looked at the clock, it was 4:48 AM.